Can We Talk 2

Another Funeral

         This one was not unexpected. She was only 2 weeks short of her 101st birthday. She was full of energy. She would not allow her son-in-law to cut her grass until she was 99 1/2. She attended hymn sings (we call them that, but they include She'll Be Coming Round the Mountain, My Bonnie, and songs we all sang as kids) when we went to senior homes. She was older than some of the people to whom we sang.

         I have known this woman since I was a toddler, too many decades to admit. She was the mother of a good friend who was my college roommate one year. In recent years, since moving back to my hometown after my divorce, we were in the same Sunday Bible class. I moved to a first name basis when we worked on so many things as equals.

         She was well respected and well remembered. We should all be remembered and respected so much when it's our time to go. Of course, that means being a good person now and doing good things for others. I am a generation behind her, and I do not have the energy that she had when she was my age.

         It makes me sad to see so many of my friends and family passing on. It also inspires me to walk in their steps and live life to the fullest while I have a chance.